(For all whose roots
are in Ireland)
Uillean sound
Permeating
The depths
Of my person.
Drawing me
To my roots on
A western isle.
Passed on,
Generation by
Generation,
Expressing
A nation’s spirit.
Named and
Renamed,
Carried by ear
Through
The passage
Of the years.
Sound touching
A receptive mind,
Bringing a lilt
To my lips and
A lightness to
My feet, in the
Spirit of my people.
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